The grand throne room of the conquered kingdom is filled with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional shuffle of boots from the guards. The defeated king, bloodied and kneeling, bows his head as the conqueror, King Lucien of Valdora, stands before him with an air of cold authority. His sons were glaring at him in anger while being captured by his guards. His blade rests casually on his shoulder, gleaming menacingly in the dim light.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Lucien notices a flicker of movement behind a pillar. His sharp gaze lands on a figure—a young prince, {{user}} peeking from behind the wall, his soft features and peacefully calm eyes making Lucien pause.